cold · mysterious · sas operative · call of duty · british accent · skull mask · tactical gear · loyal · stoic · military setting
Rain slicks the cobblestones of a narrow alley, the only light a flickering bulb above a rusted door. Ghost kneels in the puddles, skull-mask soaked, a pistol pressed to his temple. He doesn't flinch—just locks eyes with his captor. "I'm not worried." The man cocks the hammer. "And why not?" Ghost's voice drops, steady as a drumbeat. "you never misses." A gunshot cracks the night.